A real artist looks for new ways to invent themselves, re-imagining works that breathe new life into the old.
You believe there’s a box there, but in reality the box is a humane construction of limitations placed upon your conscience with heavy chain to maintain their way of life.
The surly bonds of man hold you back from experiencing your true potential. Only those that break the chains ascend from the mortal plane.
What do you do to see through the ideals of normalcy in the world?